Chapter 128: Jealousy to the point of losing control, crisis awareness surges

Yang Hong also realized that he had gone too far, so he stepped down and said, "I'll listen to you and not bother with them."

This condescending tone made the listeners furious.

never mind.

Don't bother with them.

It made as if Yang Hongcai was the one being bullied.

Who is bullying whom?

Some people glared at Yang Hong, while others looked at Qi Yan, observing his reaction, as if expecting him to stand up and say something.

But Qi Yan did not react at all.

He lowered his head, holding the paper steady with one hand and holding the pencil with the other. The tip of the pencil moved around and the pen head kept shaking. From the continuous and uninterrupted movements, it can be seen that he was completely absorbed in painting.

The protagonist Qi Yan stayed out of the matter and knew nothing about their quarrel.

But a group of onlookers passionately confronted the instigator, and the conflict was about to break out.

For a moment, the atmosphere in the classroom was somewhat subtle and neither good nor bad.

Some people even expressed some dissatisfaction with Qi Yan, as they felt that he was a good person but failed to live up to his expectations. The other students were so enthusiastic in helping him, but he was so indifferent. It was so hurtful.

The classroom was quiet and awkward, and time suddenly seemed to stretch very long.

It wasn't until the bell rang that the stagnant room finally began to flow again.

After the second class, everyone picked up their books and changed classrooms for the next class.

Qi Yan was not in a hurry to grab a seat, so he walked slowly at the back, arrived at the classroom, sat in the last row, opened his book and continued drawing.

Pei Xing, who was not far away, looked at him hesitantly, hesitated for a moment, and finally stood up and walked to sit next to Qi Yan.

Pei Xing took a few glances at Qi Yan's pale face before asking worriedly, "How are your injuries? Are they serious?"

Qi Yan turned the page, looking for a new place to paint.

Pei Xing had anticipated Qi Yan's reaction and was not disappointed. He continued, "I don't know what happened this morning, but I hope it didn't affect you physically. If you need help, please tell me and I'll do my best to help you."

Qi Yan didn't even move his eyelashes.

Pei Xing felt a little frustrated by Qi Yan's refusal to respond. After a pause, he said, "I'm sorry. I apologize on Yang Hong's behalf. He has a rather impulsive temper. Those words were not intentional, nor were they directed at you. Please don't take them to heart."

The girl sitting in front of Qi Yan who was forced to listen to Pei Xing's monologue: "..."

??? Are you okay?

Yang Hong's words almost called people names and pointed at their noses, calling them cheap. How can you wash this? Are you a washing machine?

Are you a fool? Are you the only one who can make peace and speak well?

Before, everyone thought Pei Xing was good-looking, gentle, and the easiest to talk to among this group of second-generation people. Although he was a little arrogant, he was not annoying. Instead, he was like a little swan, someone people admired and longed for.

But these few words really caught people off guard and completely destroyed their three views.

Even though my friend calls you a dirty thing, a nobody, an inferior person, and unlucky, don't take it to heart. He is just impatient and doesn't know how to talk.

Ah, what a good washing machine.

But it is not surprising. Birds of a feather flock together. How innocent can the people who walk with Yang Hong be? He is just better at pretending than Yang Hong. In fact, he is just as arrogant and looks down on others.

The girl leaned on her friend's shoulder and made a vomiting sound at the right time: "yue——"

Qi Yan, who had been ignoring him all this time, uttered an almost inaudible sneer, his pale lips containing a hint of sarcasm. He said nothing, but his silent disregard was sharper than an eloquent debate.

The knife pierced Pei Xing's heart and tore apart his hypocritical disguise.

Pei Xing felt at a loss, unable to sit still, and stood up.

Glancing down, I happened to see a sketch of a person.

It was a girl with fluffy and curly hair, strange and exaggerated clothes, and smooth lines and staggered shadows that made her facial features come alive, especially her eyes, which seemed to be gentle and earnest, with a terrible magic that made people sink into it.

Pei Xing was stunned.

He mentioned Qi Yan's amazing talent to his mother, and his mother also said that there are some gifted geniuses in this world who are born at a peak that ordinary people can never reach in their lifetime. There are many such geniuses throughout history, but only a few of them can truly leave their names in history.

Especially in this society, genius is no longer a rare thing.

Not long ago, Pei Xing was indeed comforted, but now, looking at the simple sketch, he suddenly felt uneasy.

Qi Yan is extremely talented and focused, and most importantly, he likes painting. Even though he doesn't have good conditions, his pure persistence is very touching.

This era has no shortage of geniuses, nor does it need so many geniuses, but Qi Yan is definitely the genius who can make him jealous to the point of losing his composure many times and increase his sense of crisis.

Pei Xing's gaze lingered for just a moment, and Qi Yan noticed it. He closed the book with his left hand and snapped it shut.

Pei Xing took a deep breath, pursed his lips, and returned to his seat with restraint.

The morning was full of classes, so Qi Yan had lunch in the school cafeteria.

A bowl of white rice for one dollar and a bowl of seaweed and egg soup with unlimited refills for one dollar, Qi Yan ate until he was full.

There are only two classes in the afternoon, starting at 2:30 and ending at 4:10.

By four o'clock, Qi Yan could no longer sit still and could not hold the pen steadily.

The sharpened pencil lead had been used to draw. He held the pencil between his fingertips, turning it intermittently, looking out the window frequently.

Gu Nan said he would pick her up from school in the afternoon. When will she come?

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At nine o'clock, the big sister received the final payment. Gu Nan knew that the matter was done and felt relieved.

The eldest sister said to Gu Nan, "Originally, you were going to be credited for this job, but this morning's work was risky, so we'll have to give you the money instead. Do you have any objections to that?"

Of course Gu Nan had no objection. They were loyal to each other, so she definitely couldn't be stingy.

After collecting the bills in the morning, Gu Nan called everyone to a nearby fly-in-the-wall restaurant for a meal. When they left, everyone had a full stomach.

In the afternoon, we collected the bills from two families, and at four o'clock we handed in the bills and divided the money before leaving.

To be more precise, the slum should be called Danyang District, which is the largest area in the capital. Due to its poor economic conditions and environment, most of the tenants are people from the lower social class with no identity background, so it is nicknamed the slum by people from other areas.

The Lifang urban area, adjacent to the slums, is a paradise for the middle class. It has a beautiful environment, complete facilities, and a strong academic atmosphere. The top university in the country, Qingchong University, is established here.

Gu Nan was going to pick up Qi Yan from school. First, he had to go to the suspended light rail station in Lifang City to buy a ticket, and then take the light rail to Qingchong University Town Station.

The light rail runs very fast, giving her the illusion that it takes five minutes to get on the train and only a blink of an eye to ride it.

After getting off the bus, walk a few dozen meters to the gate of Tsinghua University.

From a distance, Gu Nan saw a tall figure in school uniform standing at the door.

She trotted over, waving as she ran, "Qi Yan."